technology loop,
set me free!!!! let me go!!! :D reset, reset, reset
“And then I went” 17 x 22 encaustic on panel
Maritza Ruiz-Kim
September 2011
Keep going #within
An unspoken truth doesn’t cease to exist. It doesn’t disappear into the background,
It isn’t irrelevant.
It’s the frightened surface of the lightning rod, silent and waiting for the charge.
– written by me, this summer
What’s enough
What’s enough is what I’ve already given you,
This is already more than I have, and you don’t stop
Don’t stop this asking and I can’t stop this asking,
And what you want is already more than I have,
I can’t I can’t is what I have, and you want more of it.
This is how you leave me, no I’m not yours but you take me
Until you’re done, and I’m done, and I never was meant to
Live through this, I never was meant to survive but you keep
Wanting and you eat and there’s not enough and I am the feast, I am the feast.
-mrk
June ‘11
(I think I see mine on upper left on the wall!… 5 of them…)
Tonight, our exhibition, Presents: Three Months of Mail Art for Hyperallergic HQ, opens with contributions from 119 artists from dozens of countries around the world.
The accompanying zine catalogue is now available for purchase in the Hyperallergic Shop. All zines MUST be mailed to you … nope, you can’t pick ‘em up — it is a mail art show after all.
Here
(this is the headquarters of Google.)
(one of the snapshots connected to my work sent to Hyperallergic HQ, the mail art thing.)
Title: There isn’t a
H 9.5” x W 12” x D 2.5”
wax, resin, nails, silk tissue, oil, acrylic, string on boxed panel
One sunflower seed per completed day since #AiWeiwei #aiww was detained in China. 24 days in captivity, very nearly 25. (He was seized at 8:04 am April 3, local time Beijing via @Platea.) It’s not my intention to lessen the impact of the # of seeds representing each hour that has since passed. I lose track of the hours, I can’t comprehend them. The number of international, national, and personal news items happening this winter & spring has been a series of destabilizing waves, and as I’ve said before, I have felt suspended in my observation and helplessness. This jar has been hanging in my studio for about two years. It seemed to be waiting for this.